I am sorry I am so late! Please tell me what you think and review! Remember that I do not own DBZ or the rights. I hope you enjoy. This is R rated for a reason. So, please remember that as you read. Well enjoy, rated for: Violence, language, nudity (later), and vulgarity. -Luv101-

Chapter 2

Bulma stopped and looked back; just to see nothing but peasants that were meandering around the market place. She looked down at her torn dress and scrunched her nose at the smell of blood and dirt. Then she looked at her poor shoes she had bought years ago. They were nasty before this incident and really, she'd been meaning to throw them away, but they were so comfortable. They just had to go. She decided she needed something that would last a little longer on this planet; after all, she had only been on the planet for a week or so. This planet was full of warriors, born for war. She defiantly needed something that would last. She turned completely around and placed her hands on her hips and squinted her eyes a little just to see if there were any shops around that held what she needed. A smile curved on her pinkish red lips as she spotted am armor/leather shop. She started on her way there with one goal in mind, Cloths. She stopped when she finally got to the booth/shop and started to walk around looking at various items. By the time she made her way to the owner, to buy the items she had in her arms, she had: a black leather corset, black leather pants, long white shirt that tied in the chest area from where her caller bone meets in the middle to just on the bottom of her breasts, high thigh leather boots with a 3 inch heel, and a pretty hand knife she found in the mix of things. She did love her heels though. Setting her stuff on the counter type thing to buy the items she waited as the woman counted everything up.

"It will be..." The woman looked at her calculations giving it a once over, "300 corps." The woman said, Bulma handing her some currency. Corps looked like American dollars, with the king's head on it, back on Earth, but the currency on Vegitasei, was worth 5 times the amount of an American dollar and 2.5 times an English pound. Bulma has no problem with handing the woman the money because she was, after all, the richest person on earth. Her company, which her father built, raked in 1 trillion dollars in Profit every year.

Bulma smiled at the petite woman and walked away. She managed to find her way back at Goku's residents without another scrap with another ogre. She walked into the small cottage and was greeted with a very yummy smell. 'Chichi must be cooking.' was the first thought that popped into Bulma's mind as she made her way into the house. She walked into the guest room, of which she was sleeping in, and set her cloths on the bed. She stripped down to nothing and got everything into place, flipping her hair over her shoulder to add extra measure. She walked out of the room and headed to the kitchen to greet chichi and tell her the news. Right as she walked into the kitchen Chichi turned on her, greeting her with a big smile. Chichi was very lovely indeed. She was only 20 years old which was normal for a sayian woman to have a child about then. She had long black straight hair that was cut into feathered layers to frame her face and a slender, yet built with tight packed in muscle. Bulma wished she had her body because she looked awesome in a bathing suit and was the most beautiful woman on the planet, named by people magazine 10 times in a row, but she knew that she didn't have all that muscle and felt weak on the planet. So, in all honesty, she did envy her and the fact that Bulma was 25 added a little to the envy. Chichi then turned around and preceded in making a HUGE Lunch, after all, it was a known fact that sayians ate the most in the galaxy... Well, they took second in the eating contest to Horges which literally ate flying cars and other trash in a few bites. Don't worry though, she only saw one eat one car once on a diplomatic trip. The poor horge had a piece of muffler stuck to the top of his mouth... nasty business. "Wow Chichi, smells like heaven is going to have a little competition." Bulma said smiling at her best friend. Chichi gave her a soft look then smirked.

"Well then," Chichi said. "Hell is going to have a little competition tomorrow when the boys use the restroom." She said laughing as she added mounds of beans and rice to one of the dishes, mixing it up. Bulma winced as she thought of the dreadful smell that would come.

"I love your out fit Bulma, I didn't know you brought that with you. Love the shirt." Chichi said over her shoulder as Bulma said thanks. Bulma zoned a little as she looked around the small house. The house looked small on the outside but wasn't really that small in the inside. Bulma seemed to think so though; she lived in a castle like mansion back on Earth her whole life. The kitchen was not small to a normal standard. With marble countertops and an island in the middle where you would chop things and put your pans above the chopping area, it was very nice. Two fridges sat in a corner by themselves but packed to the brim with all sorts of Earth foods Bulma brought along with other food that was native to the planet.

Bulma had finally stopped looking dazed and confused and mused over what had happened today. She seemed content with how she had presented herself to the king and to the prince. She sighed and turned fully in her chair and scooted up to the table that was in the far right side of the kitchen (Bulmas right). Placing her elbows on the table and her face in her hands, she sighed. "Hey Chich (Bulma's nickname for chichi) Do you know what time it is?" Bulma said her hands muffling some of what she said.

"Ah..." Chichi said, "Its bout..." Chich looked over her shoulder at the grandfather clock that was in the living room that was to Chichi's left; she was facing away from Bulma's body. "2, why?"

"Well, I talked to the prince today, and the king." Bulma said as she looked down slightly for no apparent reason. She looked at the counter next to Chichi and thought what the hell. She got out of her seat at the table and walked over to the counter away from the frying and boiling food and took a seat on the counter. Chichi stopped what she was doing and turned to her left to look at Bulma.

"Whoa, no shit? What happened! Spit it out!" Chichi said excitedly. She knew Bulma was here for diplomatic reasons, but she didn't know she would talk to the king face to face.

"Well, the king kinda..."Bulma tried to find the words for what she was about to say cause she knew Chichi hated the prince to an extreme extent." Invited me to dinner and... for all of us to stay with him."

"Wow, awesome!" Chichi said excitedly.

"And..." Chichi stopped and looked at her like what else..... Bulma almost laughed but she knew that what she had to say would make Chichi a little apprehensive.

"Well, Vegeta is... supposetopickmeupand... escortustothecastle... inafewhours." Bulma said fast almost ducking as Chichi fumed.

Chichi took a few breaths while she faced the food that steamed in front of her.

"You mean that murderous, arrogant, rude, self centered, ass licking, douche bag is coming to my house??" Chichi said.

"Yep, you harpy, fat faced, rude, home maker, stupid as a log, wench." Vegeta said quietly as he leaned up against the frame of the door way that entered the kitchen. Chichi froze in the instant that she heard his voice. She shuddered silently as she thought of what she was going to say to repair the damage but there was nothing. Nothing she could say could justify or take back her words she felt as if she was going to die for saying such words to the prince then she would die with dignity. She turned around and crossed her arms with her lower back pressed against the handle that opened the stove.

She said... "You are a rude, pigheaded, self centered, hypocritical man. Cause if anyone has a fat face it is you cause I think the kissing of ass has gone from your ass and traveled to your over sized head!" She said with finicality. He smiled at her then smirked.

"You said self-centered twice you retarded swine. Now if you are done badgering I will ignore you for the rest of my life and be done with you." He said dismissing the name calling on the account that he couldn't keep his mouth from going slack at what he saw the previously dirty smelly blue haired woman turn into a raving sexy goddess. He never let his smirk waver however as he let his eyes travel up her body. He watched her feet sway slightly, dainty, in delight as she watched them go at it. Did she take pleasure in their battering? He mused at this for a moment and let his eyes travel up her legs that were covered in a second skin called leather. He felt himself go hard at the thought of pulling the pants down to her milky thighs. His eyes traveled further to the curve of her breasts and how they raised and fell each time she took a breath. Then to her neck, a thin gold necklace was on her neck with nothing on it but a small cross with six small diamonds on it. Her collar and neck was his favorite though. It slopped in the right spots and the bone didn't stick out like she was anorexic. Most the women he was introduced to seemed too frail even though they weren't. They looked ugly and skinny. This woman named Bulma that sat in front of him was skinny in the waist but very curvy and looked warm and soft. She was weak but her fire seemed to light in her eyes. Then he managed his way to her face and eyes.

He was stunned at how they sparkled. Then she looked at him, really looked at him. He had never seen such beautiful eyes. A rare green eyed woman would come along every once in a blue moon on Planet Vegeta but never blue. He had never seen such a perfect blue. The color seemed too good to be true. She seemed like an angel. It bothered him though; she sat looked at him but would look away and fidget and adjust. Maybe he was staring, but he didn't care. Who wouldn't stare?

"So, when do you want to go?" Bulma was the first to break the sick tension. "Well I do, Chichi did you make enough for Vegeta to?"

Chichi grumbled but nodded. They ate in almost silence except for the insufferable smacking that came out of Gohan, Goku, and Chichi. Surprisingly Vegeta had good manners and keep his food in his mouth. Nice change. After they finished eating Bulma announced that they needed to get there things because they were going to the kings castle. They all seemed over delighted they were staying there, but Bulma seemed a little apprehensive.

All of them made it to the castle without much incident. Bulma never changed, but Chichi changed into a little red piece that made her hair just light up and make it seem darker than it actually was, quite lovely Bulma thought. When they made it to the castle they were took on a tour of the place. It was Very beautiful more than Bulma could have ever expected. The science lab wasn't very impressive but that would change after she got a hold of the place. Everything seemed to be going smoothly. It had been a week since they had got settled in and it seemed that ever thing was going fine for everyone. Bulma though had a schedule of breakfast at 7 a.m., lunch 2 p.m., and dinner at 8 p.m... All her spare time was kept in the science lab where her heart lied. It seemed everything was going as expected till around 3 a.m. there was a knock on her door. Bulma got up out of her soft bed and walked to the door ready to get who ever was waking her up an earful.

A boy no older than 16 was in front of her. She seemed taken back by this but nodded at him. He stammered out his message and ran for cover as the famously known outspoken woman took it all in. The boy said. "The king needs you in the throne room immediately!"

Bulma got dressed quickly; jeans and a t-shirt seemed appropriate enough. She ran bare footed to the throne room her long blue hair down in long waved tresses. She stopped in front of the throne room and two huge guards opened the room. This was the first time she had ever been in the throne room and so she looked on in awe but kept her eyes forward as she looked around and noticed that she was the only woman in the room and that the room was filled with men in armor. She was barefoot. 'Good one Bulma' she thought. All the men stopped there talked and stared slack jaw at her appearance. The king smiled warmly at her and motioned her to sit on his right side as Vegeta sat on his left looking like someone kicked him in the jewls, and he wasn't aloud to kill them.

Bulma sighed with one thought in mind. This was going to be one hell of a long morning.

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